Seven Minutes Weren't Heaven
Some things Are Better with the Lights On
By Jennifer DavidPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Ivan Aleksic on Unsplash
My first kiss missed, twice
A brace, a face, a smack--Ack!
Least he lied, "was nice"
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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Comments (3)
Aww, well at least he was nice about it! Good one :)
Good writing. This piece triggers reflection on awkward firsts.
Awww, he was so sweet to do that. Lol. Loved your Senryu!